To Open His Lips Is

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

No One Regards What Is Before His Feet; We All Gaze At The Stars.

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So

To Open His Lips Is Crime In A Plain Citizen.

He Who Civilly Shows The Way To One Who Has Missed It, Is As One Who Has Lighted Another's Lamp From His Own Lamp; It None The Less Gives Light To Himself When It Burns For The Other.